Through a mist of uncertainty then through a passage of time,
We watch the words as they’re composed and assigned to a line.
The world at large can simply gaze on before taking stock.
Leaving us to mumble in amazement and then to shake in shock.
How could so much verbosity be used to cover the truth?
Marvel at how they cloaked it in confusion, as the lies were let loose?
Look at how they are thieves, how they are vagabonds. They don’t even use soap!
We should bomb the buggers to oblivion and then offer them a loan to cope?”
“After all we will be their saviours. We will give them peace.
We’ll also give them weapons so the revolutionaries can be released.
No, certainly not. We have no interest in any internal affair,
Only if there’s oil, then, yes, of course, we’ll gladly take our share.”
“That’s not the reason though, why we must set them all free,
When they are they will need our brand of democracy. Don’t you agree?”
We’ll be giving them ‘freedom’ like all those ‘fools’ in the ‘free’ world
Then we can have a party as our endless lies are unfurled.”
“What’s that you ask? What’s a tyrant, who are these pariahs?
Why, they’re but politicians who trampled on the truth as they learned to be liars.”
© 2023 Daniel Kemp All rights reserved
About Daniel Kemp
At the age of seventy-six, Daniel Kemp has started his second year of studying the science of Psychology at the Open University. He is a member of The Society of Authors and also a bestselling writer. However, in early September 2025, he was diagnosed with cancer. He is now in palliative care at home, being looked after by his ex-wife. When he was writing his novels, he enjoyed writing stories that appealed to those who liked challenging themselves to solve mysteries that were set out before their eyes, but they couldn't.
His introduction to the world of espionage and mystery happened at an early age when his father was employed by the War Office in Whitehall, London, at the end of WWII. However, it wasn’t until after his father died that he showed any interest in anything other than himself!
On leaving academia he took on many roles in his working life: a London police officer, mini-cab business owner, pub tenant and licensed London taxi driver, but never did he plan to become a writer. Nevertheless, after a road traffic incident left him suffering from PTSD and effectively—out of paid work for four years, he wrote and self-published his first novel —The Desolate Garden.
Within three months of publication, that book was under a paid option to become a $30 million film. The option lasted for six years until distribution became an insurmountable problem for the production company.
All ten of his novels are now published by Next Chapter Publishing Company which has added an edition titled The Heirs And Descendants Collection, which holds all four books of that series, alongside an edition titled The Lies And Consequences Collection which contains all four volumes of that series.
He is the recipient of rave reviews from a prestigious Manhattan publication and described as—the new Graham Green—by a highly placed executive of Waterstones Books, for whom he did a countrywide tour of book signing events. He has also appeared on 'live' television in the UK publicising his first novel.
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This is a very good poem. It certainly exposes the fraud that is Western assistance.
I wish I could have included news writers with the politicians.
But thank you, Robbie, it’s very kind of you to comment on my posts.